The Hinky Bearskin Rug by Jennifer Stevenson

Author:Jennifer Stevenson [Stevenson, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: humor, hinky, Jennifer Stevenson, romance
Publisher: Book View Cafe
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lena had kind of hoped Onika would never find out about last night. Fat chance. Friday morning, bright and early, Onika was unwinding in her office and Lena was tidying up and Onika said, “So you brought company to the building.”

Harry, the night security guy, must have blabbed.

Lena sent her a guilty look. “Just showing some people around.” She put the ice bucket on Onika’s desk, dropped an ice cube in a clean glass, and measured rum and coke into the glass.

“That DCS guy who was here the other day? He wants a job.”

Onika blinked. “Doing what?”

“He wants to be in Hot Pink movies.”

Onika leaned forward, put her elbows on the desk, and put the end of her cigarette holder between her lips. “Does he, now. Well, that’s interesting. Maybe he’s a plant.”

“A what?”

“Maybe,” Onika said, dragging on her cigarette, “that DCS woman sent him here to spy.”

“I doubt it,” Lena said guiltily. “I think he’s just gotten sucked into the place, same as I did.”

“I suppose he’s waiting for an interview right now.”

“Harry tells you everything.”

“Everybody tells me everything. That’s how I stay a step ahead.”

So Lena phoned down to the lobby and told Randy to come up.

He walked in looking like he owned the place, his too-long black hair like a mane around his face and his jeans fitting nicely.

“Onika, this is Randy. He’d like to work at Hot Pink.”

Lena shot a glance at him.

He stood very straight and stiff, like a butler or something. “I’m very pleased to meet you.” He sounded so English.

“Is that so?” Onika fitted another cigarette into her silver holder with the diamonds on it and squinted at Randy. They exchanged names and handshakes, and Lena went to the door.

“If you’re his reference, you can stay,” Onika said.

Obediently Lena came back in.

“You got a green card?”

Lena had coached him on this part.

“I shall have one within the week.”

Lena could tell Onika was impressed with his accent. “Well, Randy, are you comfortable taking your clothes off in front of people?”

Randy bent his head and looked at Onika and Lena felt the room heat up. He started unbuttoning his shirt. Onika watched him with her cigarette holder halfway to her lips. Randy folded the shirt neatly and laid it on the corner of Onika’s desk. Then he unbuttoned his fly — he wore those old 501s — and stepped out of his jeans. No undershorts. Lena swallowed. She hadn’t even noticed him take off his loafers. He folded the jeans and laid them on top of the shirt with a chink of loose change.

A lot of guys looked smaller naked, but not Randy. He was built like one of those old Greek gods, with a big deep chest and bulky shoulders and serious thighs, like Ahnold’s, and an meaty, muscular butt. And of course he was hung like nobody’s business.

While they watched, his cock slowly rose and saluted.

Onika wasn’t to know that all of this, nice as it was, didn’t hold a candle to his real qualifications.

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